#simm!master whump

[radio-ghost-cooks]

simm!master whump pt 2

tags: sleep deprivation, blood/bleeding, tied up, electric shocks, description of (poorly done) stitches, passing out, unethical experimentation, Torchwood, that should be its own warning, simm!master, it/its Master, poor baby 😟, hurt/comfort is coming guys, pt 2 of ???

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The Master passed out at some point. It knew they were prodding at its hearts when it lost consciousness because it could still feel them beating in its chest, far drier than any internal organ should be ("Oh my god, I can feel how dry my guts are. I can fucking feel them. Oh my god, make it stop"). As it shook itself awake, it shivered at the feel of cold metal looped around his arms and legs. Still chained up. The next thing it noticed was the room. It was no longer bound to a table, but propped up against a cold concrete wall. There was a single large observation window across from it. A metal chair was the only piece of furniture to be found. A chair. A stupid thing to be in there, especially since the chains that shackled the Master to the wall were too short for it to reach ("They're teasing me. They're doing this on purpose"). Finally, finally, it registered the throbbing, aching pain coming from its front. It wished it hadn't. Thrashing around in its chains, screaming, it could feel its own cut skin sliding against itself, blood leaking from the seams and dripping down its torso. It looked down to find large, haphazard stitches sewn into its body, just barely tight enough to keep its innards from spilling out onto the concrete in a bloody mass. The string was too large. It was more like cotton twine than surgical thread. The Master could feel every single stitch than ran from its chest to its abdomen; stitched in so loosely that they warped and curved as it moved.

"Good morning, Subject TL301," came a voice, echoing through the room, "I do wish you would stop that screaming. It's giving the poor medical team an awful headache." The Master simply continued to writhe on its back, anger beginning to bubble in its chest. It was a Time Lord! Their superior! To be treated like a living cadaver was not only cruel, but insulting! The voice sighed. "Come now," she cooed, "Don't be like that! If you won't keep your voice down, we'll simply have to keep you quiet, you know." It didn't like the sound of that.

Still flailing about, it bit back its cries, not wanting to find out what would happen if it didn't. But oh, gods, was it hard. It was so very hard. It wanted to scream until its voice went hoarse, demanding for this torture to end. It wanted its pain to be heard by every living thing. Although its tears stung the gashes on its body, it yearned to wail as loudly as it could. But no. It couldn't.

Slowly but surely, The Master's muscles began to tire. Its once frenzied movements became little more than feeble jerks of its arms and legs, making the chains jingle ever so softly. It found its eyes growing heavy. It was so tired. It was tired of having to feel.

The Master drifted into an uneasy sleep, panting out its exhaustion. And then it felt like every single nerve was on fire.

The woman's voice came again. "Ahh, very sorry 301, but one of our researchers has requested to study the effects of sleep deprivation on Time Lords, and it seems you're our only specimen." Gods, how could she sound so calm? So composed as the Master's eyes flooded with tears? It wouldn't be allowed to sleep. It might never sleep again.

At first, it wasn't too difficult to stay awake. It focused on the feeling of its own innards resting heavy inside it. It focused on how gross it felt after having all those human hands grabbing it and maneuvering it around. It focused on the blood. The white-hot pain. It allowed itself to bathe in the sickening sense of betrayal in its bones; the leader of its own people had bartered it off for technology made by inferior species. That's all it was to the Time Lords. A thing to be traded to the highest bidder.

After wallowing in its own misery began to fail, it slipped back into an unwilling sleepiness. Then came another shock, this time causing it to curl in on itself, forcing thin streams of blood out from its wounds. It wanted to rip its own nerves out. Even its brain felt the pain, making its head pound somehow harder than it had before.

Ten hours. It went on for ten hours. It wasn't allowed to shut its eyes for any more than a few seconds before another jolt of electricity rocked its body. And once those ten hours had passed, it was hauled back into the operating room and strapped into place (like it even had the energy to fight it anymore), ready and waiting for the stitches to be unceremoniously ripped from its body.

As The Master's eyes drifted shut, finally, after being shocked so many times it was sure one of its hearts stopped beating, it realized: the only time it was ever going to rest was when it passed out from agony during a vivisection.

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

The Masters bored and the Doctors a bit sick.

This is a part one!

Part two

[tenderlywicked]

Good news: And Silence Afterwards is now on AO3 in full :)

Summary: The Doctor and the Master are both the stuff of legend in the kinky world, but outside of it, their personal life is a mess.

Human AU, fake dating, BDSM, asexual!Doctor, hurt/comfort, and lots of angst, as always :)

[quietwings-fics]

where you stand

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Missy & Simm!Master & Twelve) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode AU: s10e12 The Doctor Falls, Whump, Angst, Pre-Regeneration (Doctor Who) Wordcount: 429 Summary:

The Doctor chooses to make his stand. He's not allowed to.

Prompt:

"12/Simm!Master/Missy ; Colony ship (can't get enough whump from these three, in this setting)"

He wakes to the sound of a TARDIS engine whirring. His body aches, full lungs waiting for regeneration’s release but he holds himself beneath the water longer as he forces his blurred vision to focus on the figures moving around him.

There are two of them, and for a moment, he can pretend it’s all been a nightmare.

“No,” he forces out. They both turn their heads towards him in eerie synchronicity. The Master smiles. Missy does not, her mouth pinched the way it always does when she tastes regret. She acts like you’re supposed to get used to it if you feel it enough, and he’s beginning to understand how much he’s failed to teach her.

“Save your breath. We’re already taking off,” the Master says. “You look enough like death as it is. How stubborn are you? Knocking you out should have started your regeneration already.”

“You wanted us to stand with you, Doctor,” Missy says, and despite the scowl that lurks around her features, she’s still piloting the TARDIS with her counterpart. “Well, here we are, with you, standing. Not being shot at,” she adds.

“You’re leaving them to die,” his voice breaks; his hearts break.

“Bill is already dead,” the Master points out.

“And you’ve never even liked Nardole,” Missy continues. It’s too easy, the way their voices melt into each other. Or, that’s what dying will feel like this time around, everything becoming one haze of memory and sensation until he is clawing up from ashes again as they voyeuristically watch.

“Besides,” the Master coos at him, “now we have someone to care for.” There’s too much spring in his step as he crosses to where the Doctor is slumped on the floor. The Doctor curls away from his hand but can’t escape it as the Master pats him on the head. “I do mean each other, of course, but… there’s room for you. We’ll wait until we see what pretty new face you have to fit a leash to you.”

“I won’t regenerate,” the Doctor says, and he means it.

“Yes, you will,” the Masters say. They glance at each other, twin laughter spinning through their TARDIS and the Doctor’s throbbing head. His hands are shining. His cells are burning up.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” the Master says, with certainty.

“You can’t commandeer our TARDIS and run back to save your pets if you’re dead,” Missy reminds him, with as much mercy as she understands how to show.

The Doctor hates, more than anything, that they both know him too well.

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[whumpncomfort]

[darkestelemental616]

Captain Jack Harkness during the Simm Master era.

Immortal Whumpee

ITS PROBABLY BEEN SAID BEFORE BUT- YOUVE PROBABLY HEARD OF IMMORTAL WHUMPEE:

Doesn't die

Is just tortured over and over again

BUT MAY I INTRODUCE:

IMMORTAL WHUMPEE THAT CAN DIE, AND JUST COMES BACK TO LIFE:

They experience death

They feel all of that pain

THEY FEEL ALL OF IT AND WHUMPER JUST KEEPS KILLING THEM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

AND MAYBE THE SCARS AND BRUISES STAY THERE, AS A CONSTANT REMINDER OR!! THE SCARS AND BRUISES FADE AWAY AND THEY HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW IF THEIR PAIN EXCEPT FOR MENTAL SCARRING

[quietwingsinthesky]

12/Simm!Master/Missy ; Colony ship

(can't get enough whump from these three, in this setting)

(doctor voice) i want you to choose me over being evil

(master voice) no, we can have both actually <3

He wakes to the sound of a TARDIS engine whirring. His body aches, full lungs waiting for regeneration’s release but he holds himself beneath the water longer as he forces his blurred vision to focus on the figures moving around him.

There are two of them, and for a moment, he can pretend it’s all been a nightmare.

“No,” he forces out. They both turn their heads towards him in eerie synchronicity. The Master smiles. Missy does not, her mouth pinched the way it always does when she tastes regret. She acts like you’re supposed to get used to it if you feel it enough, and he’s beginning to understand how much he’s failed to teach her.

“Save your breath. We’re already taking off,” the Master says. “You look enough like death as it is. How stubborn are you? Knocking you out should have started your regeneration already.”

“You wanted us to stand with you, Doctor,” Missy says, and despite the scowl that lurks around her features, she’s still piloting the TARDIS with her counterpart. “Well, here we are, with you, standing. Not being shot at,” she adds.

“You’re leaving them to die,” his voice breaks; his hearts break.

“Bill is already dead,” the Master points out.

“And you’ve never even liked Nardole,” Missy continues. It’s too easy, the way their voices melt into each other. Or, that’s what dying will feel like this time around, everything becoming one haze of memory and sensation until he is clawing up from ashes again as they voyeuristically watch.

“Besides,” the Master coos at him, “now we have someone to care for.” There’s too much spring in his step as he crosses to where the Doctor is slumped on the floor. The Doctor curls away from his hand but can’t escape it as the Master pats him on the head. “I do mean each other, of course, but… there’s room for you. We’ll wait until we see what pretty new face you have to fit a leash to you.”

“I won’t regenerate,” the Doctor says, and he means it.

“Yes, you will,” the Masters say. They glance at each other, twin laughter spinning through their TARDIS and the Doctor’s throbbing head. His hands are shining. His cells are burning up.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” the Master says, with certainty.

“You can’t commandeer our TARDIS and run back to save your pets if you’re dead,” Missy reminds him, with as much mercy as she understands how to show.

The Doctor hates, more than anything, that they both know him too well.

[theprodigalpragmatist]

Fic Tag Chain

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! (thank you to @roxannepolice for the tag!!!)

"Six dogs. One Will Graham." ~ old mr graham had troubles of his own (will graham + dogs + cat + L + ratio)

"At first there’s sound—noise, really—it grates and grates and is that panting he hears?" ~ you reap what you sow (uhhh...tensimm identity crisis with a twist, we'll go with)

“Kneel.” ~ cut mouth bleeding razors (tensimm smut, with its own twist, even...)

"The issue isn’t that the Doctor is old, though he is…unpleasant to look at, the Master can admit that." ~ hand in unlovable hand in unlovable hand (simm master + simm master + ten + the most rancid selfcest vibes in eternity)

"They used to play a game when they were children, a long, long time ago." ~ a martyrdom, a kingdom that will never come (part ii of a gallifreyan funerary ritual fic w/ @koscheiisms, tensimm edition)

"Borusa was the one who found them." the purest lick of fire (part i of the gallifreyan funerary ritual fic, academy era thoschei, torvic rock murder ft. borusa pov)

"He stumbles, helpless as a newborn woprat, and sometimes not being bad is like being good, so she watches him meet the ground of his own accord without throwing herself into the mix." ~ and i find you with a thimble weeping (tenmissy <3 beloved tenmissy <3)

"He opens his eyes to darkness, to a staunch nothingness that grates in its totality." Clawing for the Stars (sam tyler whump) (edit: currently hidden because of bot targeting 😔)

"Crawly adjusted the tails of their blouse around their embroidered girdle, the shirt spread wide and exposing the smooth planes of their chest." As time began unwinding, I'd be yours alone (aziracrow through the ages + music)

"The knife glints in the peek between shadows—sharp, wicked, honed to a point and chipped towards the hilt." i'm only what you wanted for a little while (installment from ongoing series informally known as 'saxteen kissies')

WOW okay i am terrible at analysis...however, fascinated by the recent trend of launching into the thick of it...in my head, most of my fics start with a heavy lead-up, this is really great insight! and was a blast to do, so thank you again @roxannepolice!

tagging @lohengreen @harrowq @koscheiisms @incorrectquotesconaisseur @thesecondbeatitude (fully sure i've double tagged people but soo la voo, as the kids say) (please join in if not tagged if you'd like!)

[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

SECOND CHAPTER OF MY CRAZY SAXTEEN SAGA IS HERE Y'ALL!!!!

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Relationships: The Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who), Fourteenth Doctor/The Master (Simm), Tenth Doctor/The Master (Simm), Fourteenth Doctor/Missy (Doctor Who), Fourteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), Fourteenth Doctor & Donna Noble, The Doctor | Theta Sigma/The Master | Koschei (Doctor Who: Academy Era)

Characters: Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble, The Master (Simm), Rose Noble (Doctor Who: The Star Beast), Wilfred Mott, Sylvia Noble, Shaun Temple, Death (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), Missy (Doctor Who), The Master | Koschei (Doctor Who: Academy Era), The Doctor | Theta Sigma (Doctor Who: Academy Era), The Toymaker (Doctor Who), mentioned Bill Potts - Character, mentioned clara oswald - Character, Mentioned Rose Tyler - Character, Mentioned Amy Pond, Mentioned Rory Williams - Character, Mentioned River Song - Character, Mentioned Martha Jones - Character

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: 2023 Special 03: The Giggle (Doctor Who), The Master Has Issues, The Master (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, The Master (Doctor Who) Centric, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, The Doctor (Doctor Who) is a Mess, Saxteen, I'm making dilfs meets bc I can, I'm also making them as miserable as I can, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Doctor Who Big Finish Audio References, Audio 049: Master, Porn with Feelings, eventually, Angst and Porn, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Dom/sub, Sexual Tension, Mild Sexual Content, BDSM, it's silver fox simm master and extra-whumpable ten what did you expect, Whump, Character Death, Domestic, Strangely enough, The Flux (Doctor Who), Canon Compliant, The Doctor & Donna Noble Friendship

Chapter summary: The Hermit - he yearns to be alone. He knows that the only way to process what is happening in life is to withdraw from the noise of the world and create a quiet space of solitude. When The Hermit comes up in your reading, the answers you need will come from within. Be very still, and listen...

[merrilark]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for tagging me, @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky!!

1.how many works do you have on ao3?

Only 2 after I purged and changed my username. I used to have around 10 or 12, I think, but I was embarrassed by my writing and deleted them. Sorta regret doing that. :x

2.what's your total ao3 word count?

1,044! They're both quick one-shots.

3.what fandoms do you write for?

The fics before I deleted everything were mostly Doctor Who and Sherlock. The two there now are for Bad Samaritan. Fics I'm currently working on are for Doctor Who, Misfits, Bad Samaritan, The Umbrella Academy, Red Riding, and Wanted: Dead or Alive.

4.what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

LOL. Well, seeing as I only have two still up, my most kudos'd fic is my Whumptober prompt fill focused on Sean. :)

Before I deleted everything, though, I'd say that my most kudos'd fic was a Doctor Who AU where Rose met Simm!Master. It was also, now that I think about it, 90% whump.

5.do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always! I love chatting with other people. :)

6.what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Not posted yet, but it will almost certainly be my Bad End AU for Bad Samaritan in which Cale does actually kill Katie and Sean becomes Cale's new project.

7.what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Deleted this one, too, but it was a slice of life kind of fic about the Tenth Doctor and Rose going out for chips before heading off on their next big adventure. Fluff and silliness all around. Maybe one day I'll rewrite it.

8.do you get hate on any fics?

No, but I did get a weird comment on a Teen Titan fic where someone started talking as if their OC was part of my fic, then began roleplaying with themselves in my comments. It was really weird lol

9.do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I dooooo, but I'm too shy to post it. Maybe one day. Usually the smut I write is pretty emotionally charged, whether it's happy emotions or sad/angry/whatever... I'm not often too interested in writing PWP (or at least, not to post lol)

10.do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I loooooove crossovers. I haven't written too many crazy ones, though. I guess the most tonally jarring one would be a Doctor Who/Red Riding or Doctor Who/Bad Samaritan WIP I tossed around for a little bit before deciding that it was more fun for me to think about than actually write.

11.have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12.have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13.have you ever co-written a fic before?

A few times! One I love the most is an Umbrella Academy fic that was supposed to pick up immediately after S2. Me and my friend had planned on finishing it and posting before S3 but life got busy and it's back in WIP hell.

14.what's your all time favorite ship?

I'm too much of a shipper to answer this question LOL. I can't possibly pick just one.

15.what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. D: I simply cannot get over the fear of being bad or boring. It's like hitting a brick wall every time I try to finish or post.

16.what are your writing strengths?

People have told me that I'm pretty good at understanding the psychology of characters that I write and that makes me happy. It's my favorite thing to sink my teeth into.

17.what are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing is hard for me, and just getting plots out onto the page is hard. I know what I want, but getting a character from point A to point B in an interesting way is like pulling teeth. Which is insane because that's such a necessary thing lol

18.thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

No opinion! Write what you want.

19.first fandom you wrote for?

LOL probably Sonic the Hegehog when I was 9.

20.favorite fic you've written?

Unfortunately I do not have one. :x

Most of my favorite writing has been with other people through roleplay. I think that's where my writing creativity tends to shine. It's just a little sad it's not something I can easily share with others.

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Tagging! @salvador-daley, @jozstankovich, @crabstick, @elliethesuperfruitlover, and I am totally blanking rn so actually anyone who wants to! sdkfls sorry! long day

[ao3feed-torchwood]

the fork in the road

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54148246 by schweinsty His three hundred and twenty-fourth day aboard the Valiant, the Master comes to him. Words: 843, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 20 of Febuwhump 2024, Part 1 of everybody lives; nobody dies verse Fandoms: Torchwood, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Jack Harkness, The Master (Simm) Relationships: Jack Harkness & The Master, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Whump, Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024

[radio-ghost-cooks]

hi i read a whump prompt so now all of you have to suffer

after a different verson of eot where the Master manages to bring Gallifrey back without using Earth, the Doctor doesn't get involved, and the Master doesn't die in the end, the Time Lords wind up with a blond bargaining chip

tags: extreme hurt/comfort, dissection, experimentation, Torchwood, Time Lords, those should be their own warnings, simm!master, he's going through it, unethical research, bargaining, poor Master, 10th Doctor, the Doctor's unbridled rage, descriptions of blood/guts, multiple parts!!!!

the Time Lords were back. Rassilon did it. he tortured a fucking child for long enough to bring back Gallifrey. and you know what happened to said child? the Master, ancient by human standards, a petulant child by Gallifreyan, became a tool to them. again. when Gallifrey rose again in ruins, technology all but destroyed and cities collapsed, they couldn't fix it all themselves (as much as they'd hate to admit it). it was luck that had them catch wind of Torchwood, the human institution that collected technology from all over the known universe, and their respect and hatred for the Doctor. they had an idea.

the Master grunted as he was thrown to the ground, arms bound behind his back, legs tied together, and a gag in his mouth. he was sort of used to it, really. no different from any other day since Gallifrey's return. but this wasn't Gallifrey anymore; that's all he knew. he blinked up from where he lay and slowly came to figure out where he was, at least a little. some human storage facility... but they had particle guns? that wasn't supposed to happen for some time now. growing up with Theta Sigma had taught him that much. humans developed slowly. he flinched just a bit as a high-heeled foot stamped down just in front of his face. he couldn't crane his neck enough to see the human's face, but he heard them say, "let's say we accept this offer. what's in it for you?" Rassilon's voice came next. oh, how the Master hated that voice. a reminder of all his life had meant to the universe. "we will give you a rare opportunity. a chance to study a Time Lord, in exchange for some portion of the technology you've amassed," Rassilon hummed, as if this wasn't a critical moment for Gallifrey's success. "we understand you... dislike the Doctor, as do we. by studying this Time Lord," he kicked the Master in the side, "you could be better prepared for when he visits unannounced."

a guinea pig. a frog on the desk of some human child in biology. that's all the Master was to become. he tried not to let his blood run cold when the human agreed to Rassilon's terms. next thing he knew, he was being dragged down a hallway and slammed down onto a cold metal table. his hands were momentarily unbound, too quickly for him to react, and tied over his head. his legs were strapped down to the table. a harsh spotlight blinded him from seeing what was happening around him. a moment of chilling pause followed. then came the glint of metal in the light, and a searing, sharp pain trailed from the Master's chest down to his abdomen.

his eyes went wide as he screamed, the scientists cutting him open like cheap packaging, children ripping into a gift for the treasure it held inside. his chest heaved as he gasped for air that did nothing to help. he was so scared to look down. he was so scared. he looked to the side, to one of the scientists, with tears streaking down his face. they froze, shocked to see the one being more dangerous than the Doctor crying. they called for an assistant. "cover its eyes," they barked, "i signed up for blood, not tears." the Master managed to catch a glimpse of himself before they covered his eyes. he wished he didn't. his own organs, coated in his blood, with the gloved hands of humans rummaging around inside.

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

Part one

Part three

Please ignore the quality lol, just doodling these during lectures

[tenderlywicked]

I'm one third through Ghazal by Snowgrouse and versaphile—and I must tell you it's marvelous.

It's not just a Doctor/Master slave!fic (of which I approve in itself). It's rich, well-researched historical fiction painting a colorful picture of medieval Persia, and also a psychological/spiritual journey in a way. It's all the more compelling for me because I'm writing something related to the medieval East myself at the moment. Also: it's VERY kinky and VERY explicit, with whump included ;)

I'm going to put this fic on my Doctor/Master rec list later, when I have a bunch of other recommendations, but I'm so in awe of it that I couldn't but share it right now :)

[quietwings-fics]

where you stand

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Missy & Twelve, Simm & Twelve) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode AU: s10e12 The Doctor Falls, Whump, Angst, Pre-Regeneration (Doctor Who) Wordcount: 429 Summary:

The Doctor chooses to make his stand. He's not allowed to.

Prompt:

"12/Simm!Master/Missy ; Colony ship (can't get enough whump from these three, in this setting)"

He wakes to the sound of a TARDIS engine whirring. His body aches, full lungs waiting for regeneration’s release but he holds himself beneath the water longer as he forces his blurred vision to focus on the figures moving around him.

There are two of them, and for a moment, he can pretend it’s all been a nightmare.

“No,” he forces out. They both turn their heads towards him in eerie synchronicity. The Master smiles. Missy does not, her mouth pinched the way it always does when she tastes regret. She acts like you’re supposed to get used to it if you feel it enough, and he’s beginning to understand how much he’s failed to teach her.

“Save your breath. We’re already taking off,” the Master says. “You look enough like death as it is. How stubborn are you? Knocking you out should have started your regeneration already.”

“You wanted us to stand with you, Doctor,” Missy says, and despite the scowl that lurks around her features, she’s still piloting the TARDIS with her counterpart. “Well, here we are, with you, standing. Not being shot at,” she adds.

“You’re leaving them to die,” his voice breaks; his hearts break.

“Bill is already dead,” the Master points out.

“And you’ve never even liked Nardole,” Missy continues. It’s too easy, the way their voices melt into each other. Or, that’s what dying will feel like this time around, everything becoming one haze of memory and sensation until he is clawing up from ashes again as they voyeuristically watch.

“Besides,” the Master coos at him, “now we have someone to care for.” There’s too much spring in his step as he crosses to where the Doctor is slumped on the floor. The Doctor curls away from his hand but can’t escape it as the Master pats him on the head. “I do mean each other, of course, but… there’s room for you. We’ll wait until we see what pretty new face you have to fit a leash to you.”

“I won’t regenerate,” the Doctor says, and he means it.

“Yes, you will,” the Masters say. They glance at each other, twin laughter spinning through their TARDIS and the Doctor’s throbbing head. His hands are shining. His cells are burning up.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” the Master says, with certainty.

“You can’t commandeer our TARDIS and run back to save your pets if you’re dead,” Missy reminds him, with as much mercy as she understands how to show.

The Doctor hates, more than anything, that they both know him too well.

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